"Got everything?" Vol asked, as he watched Harland and Borne overturn some baskets in the corner of the room, shaking them for more artefacts. Nothing interesting fell out, only a hammer and a bundle of clothes.
"Bounty is rich. All gone, I thinks," Borne said.
Harland nodded in agreement. He lifted a heavy sack with a single arm, and sported a grin on his sweaty face. "A mighty, mighty haul," he declared. "We're rich men! Rich!"
All of them had a bag just as weighty as his. The precious artefacts clattered against each other as they all raised their sacks to test the weight. Indeed, there was a good amount of loot there. Far better than any of them could have hoped, far, far better.
